I could tell something was wrong by the look on their faces
And by the silence.
The sonographer searching methodically
Like a deep sea diver looking for treasure,
A piece of precious pottery,
A body,
A glimmer of hope.
An internal probe and I know
“It’s not good news I’m afraid”
Loss,
Those words tapping away at the dam holding back my feelings.
Loss,
Now tumbling out,
Creeping, seeping, leaking
And I try to hold on to some dignity
As they explain what’s going on.
I feel myself nodding although I am not sure I know what’s being said.
I want to go home and curl into a ball.
I feel like I’ve failed.
I feel a fraud….I thought it was all ok.
My body tricking me.
Loss,
I wanted to give you a gift
I let you down.
Loss.
So sad ,and such a good poem,
Laz
Thank you. Good to hear feedback as was difficult to post.
Ruth
That is incredibly moving Ruth. Now I can’t help worrying that you might not be ok? XxXxX
Thanks Lizz. I am ok…all happened over a month ago so still working through it. Thought I’d post this as a way of helping move on.
Thanks for concern.
x x x x
So eloquent. Thank you for sharing it with us. xo
This is beautiful Ruth, and very moving – hope you’re doing ok
Thanks Jenny. Am ok…just working through things.
I’m sorry and I love you.
Many know this same loss…
Time will bring healing.
I am sorry.
Your writings will bring healing to you and others is very clear to see. Thank you.
Just found your blog Ruth-very interesting!
This poem made me cry, it’s beautiful. It sums up exactly what I felt like when I had my miscarriage-very moving. Hope you’re feeling much better now xxx
Thanks Bri x
Ruth that is so very beautifully captured and painful. Love you xx
Thank you x x x